A translucent thought, exuding rich blood aura, fell into Villand's conscious sea.
The thought shattered with a bang.
Lilith's somewhat gloomy voice came through.
"—After the main god issued the mission, I've been pondering our main task... throwing us into this world only asking us to survive, and if we fail, it won't punish us. What meaning does such a 'formality' mission have for the main god? Now, seeing that dead newcomer, I seem to understand a bit."
Seeing the newcomer being obliterated in plain sight and feeling the strong aura of what seemed to be a fifth-tier presence above, Lilith, arrogant as she is, quietly restrained herself and chose the most conservative way to communicate with Villand.
Even though each exchange costs a thought.
"What?" Villand tossed back a thought.
"—The main god probably wants to expand this world into a new mission world, but isn't sure about the risks of activities here. So, it arranged for us to step on the landmines."
